By Shada. T
A foul smell spread around me…
Pungent…rotten smell.
Abruptly, I turned around.
Only to find nothing.
How could they still not notice?
It is fetid enough for any nose!
Does she smell it too?
No, she doesn’t …
He doesn’t either.
Shall I question?
…their unresponsiveness?
…their coldness?
No, I’d rather not.
After all how much have I responded myself?
Wait…did I respond at all?!
Oh LORD…it is me…my heart.
Stale is my heart…!
Is it dead? Am I dead?
I’m not, but my heart is.
Was my soul long lost…?
My heart was rotten …
and I never knew?
What happened???
What if someone find out?
No…not soul would…I wouldn’t either
But are they not close to me enough?
Of course they’re…closer than my own stale heart.
But then why can’t they smell it?
Or can they???
I’d rather walk away….
I won’t let them smell it too.
But then they’d never…right?
I walked away, my rotten heart dripping…
Down my torso.
By Shada. T
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